The war broke out not long after.
Yet this war was fought in an exceedingly strange manner.
On one side stood the death slaves, who had already slaughtered nearly ninety percent of the Sea Clan.
On the other stood the Sea Clan, who bore an irreconcilable hatred for the death slaves.
When such enemies met, it should have been a brutal fight to the death.
Yet the death slaves' side was in no hurry to attack at all.
They even seemed intent on using their overwhelming formation to crush their opponents until they dared not make a move.
The Sea Clan's response was even simpler.
Since the corpse slaves were not in a hurry to fight a bloody battle to the death, not only were they not rushing to attack, they instead seemed prepared to use one another to train their troops.
Only, whenever the two sides clashed,
the Sea Clan would always deliberately pull the battle line to one side.
Whenever the death slaves saw the sly looks on the Sea Clan's faces, they would immediately sound the gong and withdraw their troops.
The neatness of their formation was simply astonishing.
It was precisely this strangeness that made the war seem profoundly bizarre.
It was as though both sides were intentionally drilling their troops.
Yet when one looked at the ruthless gleam in the soldiers' eyes, it also seemed as though they could not wait to put each other to death.
This deadlock continued for an entire day and night.
Within the death slaves' camp,
Lord Senluo, Zuo Lunhui, the one truly holding power, seemed to have run out of patience.
Finally, after dawdling for a full day, he decided today to wage a real battle.
By then, the human allied forces had long since arrived at the Sea